[Stage] Torches light the stage. The sound of oboes playing. Duncan enters, along with Malcolm, Donalbain, Banquo, Lennox, Macduff, Ross, Angus, and their attendants.
Duncan(邓肯)
This castle hath a pleasant seat. The air
Nimbly and sweetly recommends itself
Unto our gentle senses.
Banquo(班柯)
This guest of summer,
The temple-haunting martlet, does approve,
By his loved mansionry, that the heaven’s breath
Smells wooingly here.
No jutty, frieze,
Buttress, nor coign of vantage, but this bird
Hath made his pendant bed and procreant cradle.
Where they most breed and haunt, I have observed,
The air is delicate.
[Stage] Lady Macbeth enters.
Duncan(邓肯)
See, see, our honored hostess!
The love that follows us sometime is our trouble,
Which still we thank as love.
Herein I teach you
How you shall bid God ‘ild us for your pains,
And thank us for your trouble.
Lady Macbeth(麦克白夫人)
All our service,
In every point twice done and then done double,
Were poor and single business to contend
Against those honors deep and broad wherewith
Your majesty loads our house.
For those of old,
And the late dignities heaped up to them,
We rest your hermits.
Duncan(邓肯)
Where’s the thane of Cawdor?
We coursed him at the heels and had a purpose
To be his purveyor;
but he rides well,
And his great love, sharp as his spur, hath holp him
To his home before us.
Fair and noble hostess,
We are your guest tonight.
Lady Macbeth(麦克白夫人)
Your servants ever
Have theirs, themselves, and what is theirs in compt
To make their audit at your highness’ pleasure,
Still to return your own.
Duncan(邓肯)
Give me your hand.
Conduct me to mine host.
We love him highly
And shall continue our graces towards him.
By your leave, hostess.
[Stage] They all exit.